Only the stars endome the lonely camp,Only the desert leagues encompass it;Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit,Embattled Cold, Imagination's Cramp.Now were the Desolation fain to stampThe congealed Spirit of man into the pit,Save that, unquenchable because unlit,The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp.

It burns ! beyond the sands, beyond the stars.It burns ! beyond the bands, beyond the bars.And so the Expanse of Mystery, veil by veil,Burns inward, plume on plume still folding overThe dissolved heart of the amazéd lover-The angel wings upon the Holy Grail!